HECTOR’S INHERITANCE.

CHAPTER I.

Mr. Roscoe receives two letters.

Mr. Roscoe rang the bell, and, in answer, a servant entered the library, where he sat before a large and commodious desk.

“Has the mail yet arrived?” he asked.

“Yes, sir; John has just come back from the village.”

“Go at once and bring me the letters and papers, if there are any.”

John bowed and withdrew.

Mr. Roscoe walked to the window, and looked thoughtfully out upon a smooth, luxuriant lawn and an avenue of magnificent trees, through which carriages were driven to what was popularly known as Castle Roscoe.  Everything, even to the luxuriously appointed room in which he sat, indicated wealth and the ease which comes from affluence.

Mr. Roscoe looked around him with exultation.

“And all this may be mine,” he said to himself, “if I am only bold.  What is it old Pindar says?  ‘Boldness is the beginning of victory.’  I have forgotten nearly all I learned in school, but I remember that.  There is some risk, perhaps, but not much, and I owe something to my son—–­”

He was interrupted by the entrance of the servant with a small leather bag, which was used to hold mail matter, going from or coming to the house.

The servant unlocked the bag, and emptied the contents on the desk.  There were three or four papers and two letters.  It was the last which attracted Mr. Roscoe’s attention.

We will take the liberty of looking over Mr. Roscoe’s shoulder as he reads the first.  It ran as follows: 

“Dear sir:-I am in receipt of your favor, asking my terms for boarding pupils.  For pupils of fifteen or over, I charge five hundred dollars per year, which is not a large sum considering the exceptional advantages presented by Inglewood School.  My pupils are from the best families, and enjoy a liberal table.  Moreover, I employ competent teachers, and guarantee rapid progress, when the student is of good, natural capacity, and willing to work.

“I think you will agree with me that it is unwise to economize when the proper training of a youth is in question, and that a cheap school is little better than no school at all.

“I have only to add that I shall be most happy to receive your young nephew, if you decide to send him to me, and will take personal pains to promote his advancement.  I remain, dear sir, your obedient servant,

“Dionysius KADIX.”

Mr. Roscoe threw the letter down upon the desk with an impatient gesture.

“Five hundred dollars a year!” he exclaimed.  “What can the man be thinking of?  Why, when I went to school, twenty-five years since, less than half this sum was charged.  The man is evidently rapacious.  Let me see what this other letter says.”